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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ink" data-source="post: 3247465" data-attributes="member: 48069">“No, no!” Es glanced around the street anxiously. For a simple construct devoid of emotions she appeared truly terrified. Her voice is that of a child pleading with her only friend, a whimper and an echo. “Please, you do not know Mother. She is not what she seems.” Es glimpses around, in one flowing motions she stands. Endeca in her rage does not observe how exposed the alluring adolescent’s body truly is, how sleek and perfect her shape, how unclothed her form. Es’ every glance uneasy, every glimpse disconnected. “Endeca, I see how you feel, but you cannot know the danger of what you say. Mother could be watching us!” Endeca in her magic perhaps does not hear or perhaps does not care. “I too want to be free, but the cost would be too great. Endeca can’t you hear me??? Don’t you see you are my friend? She will not kill you. She will humble others for your actions. She will not strike you if she saw you had no wrong, but Mother would defend herself, and use others to carry out what she deems justice. She would find all those you held dear and place them in your path. In your power you would kill her and Mother would return before the next dawn…She would not hunt you, she would judge you and all that you hold dear. She has lived ten times the life of any dragon or elf, there is a power in that, a horror that you cannot in one lifetime understand. If we are friends then trust me, it is not so simple a task as you would reason. Don’t you feel her? In the street, in the air? Look at me Endeca, in all your travels am I not as pretty as any princess you have seen? Yet, I am in a city of thousands, a land of millions, I have not one suitor, can you not see Mother’s authority is beyond even flesh? In the darkness, when I hide, at night in my dreams, there is the texture of her watching me, watching you, watching the entire city. I think she might be here, she might be there. I know you think I am being silly, how could she be here, she, never leaves home, you think I over imagine her power or I make up the weight of Mother’s influence. You say you there will be a reckoning, but what if the reckoning is not on my Mother. Do you know who will pay? It will not be you Endeca, you are too strong for that, but are all those guilty of ever siding with you as strong. Are you strong enough to watch even one of them suffer on your behalf? I tell you I am not. I do not want anyone, especially you to suffer because of me…I am so sorry I told you…I know I shouldn’t have shared but I wanted to… It was selfish of me but please listen to me now. I hate the idea, but what do you think would really happen? Would she sit at home waiting for you? I hate the thought of Mother watching over us, listening to us, of someone hearing in on even our thoughts. But what if Mother heard you? What if she did?“Yes, what if I did,” And Es’ pupils turn more lifeless than grey could ever be.</blockquote>

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